. Le livre d'images Pinafore : l'histoire de H.M.S. Pinafore . en sachant où vous pouvez être goingSans ces fils de la saumure?pour mon excellent équipage, bien que les ennemis qu'ils pouvaient bosser n'importe, sont à peine companteFor une dame comme vous! Ralph n'allait pas supporter cela. Il avait été encenuré par le Premier Seigneur de l'Amirauté thata British Sailor est le plus beau compagnon dans le monde, andif vous ne pouvez pas croire un Premier Seigneur, qui peut vous croire? Alors, se tirant ensemble, il a commencé: Haughty Sir, quand vous vous adressez — Poésie, s'il vous plaît, a dit le capitaine Corcoran, Iallow no marin de m'adresser en prose. Ralph a pensé un moment,

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. The Pinafore picture book: the story of H.M.S. Pinafore . upon knowing Where you may be goingWith these sons of the brine?For my excellent crew, Though foes they could thump any, Are scarcely companyFor a lady like you! Ralph wasnt going to stand this. He had beentaught by the First Lord of the Admiralty thata British sailor is the finest fellow in the world, andif you cant believe a First Lord, whom can youbelieve? So, pulling himself together he began: Haughty Sir, when you address — Poetry, please, said Captain Corcoran, Iallow no sailor to address me in prose. Ralph thought for a moment, and then declaimed(in the key of G): Proud officer, that haughty lip uncurl! (the Captain un-curled his haughty upper lip as desired]Vain man, suppress that supercilious sneer! (he stip- pressed it at once) For I have dared to love your matchless girl—A fact well known to all my mess-mates here! 106 H.M.S. PINAFORE I, humble, poor, and lowly born, The meanest in the port division— The butt of epauletted Scorn— The mark of quarter-deck derision—. Have dared to raise my wormy eyes Above the dust to which youd mould me; In manhoods glorious pride to rise, I am an Englishman—behold me! The idea of Scorn wearing epaulettes is rather a fine figure ofspeech. I do not remember to have met it before. 107 H.M.S. PINAFORE And at once all the crew, carried off their feet withenthusiasm, shouted their own domestic NationalAnthem, led by the energetic Mr. Bobstay: He is an Englishman! For he himself hath said it, And its greatly to his credit That he is an Englishman!For he might have been a RooshianA French, or Turk, or Prooshian, m . r^ Modtrato,

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